By brhmsj
Copyright 2026 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[2,910 words]
* * * * *Mitchell and Doctor Morgan, Part 1
Among
some in the psychiatric community there was interest in Dr. Walter
Morgan’s regression therapy. This led to him writing a study of his
work with Daniel Montague, after gaining the permission of Daniel and
his parents to write it up. Pseudonyms were used and it proved that no
one was the wiser.
The article led to some appearances at
conferences, usually as part of a panel discussion on various
treatments involving forms of regression. Dr. Morgan had read the
studies about the drug Puericil and had discussed it with fellow
practitioners who felt that it had been a successful course of
treatment. He came away from this with respect for the drug but felt
that his methods had a stronger emotional and psychological effect on
the boys he treated rather than being drug induced.
In turn
this led to an inevitable increase in consultations with parents
concerned about a son’s behavior and/or development. He could be
selective in who he treated but he had development relationships with
colleagues which allowed him to confidently make referrals with cases
he did not accept.
One case proved to be, perhaps, the most
interesting of his career. The parents of a sixteen-year-old boy named
Mitchell came to him. Mitchell was one of those increasingly rare boys
who come late to puberty. It was not until he was approaching sixteen
that the signs of puberty began. Unfortunately what went with the onset
of puberty was a sudden return to childish behaviors such as temper
tantrums such as four-year-olds have. His mother was startled when she
found in his laundry basket t-shirts and underwear of the type that
small boys wear, particularly those of the superhero type. While his
mother was relieved that he wasn’t hiding that he had the clothing
nonetheless she thought it odd for a boy his age to want such things.
She certainly had not bought it for him so he must have used his own
money.
After ascertaining that the parents knew about his
methods and explaining whatever they didn’t know, Dr. Morgan agreed to
have a meeting with the lad. Mitchell alternately was open and
charming, then petulant and angry. Quickly it was clear that his
delayed puberty was at the root of this but initially Dr. Morgan wasn’t
able to probe deeper into this other than the boy’s strong resentment
at having to visit the doctor.
After the expected resistance,
Dr. Morgan was surprised at how readily Mitchell agreed to a second
meeting the following week. The doctor didn’t learn much more at this
meeting but the boy continued to appear to be open about these
meetings. It was the third visit when things changed.
“Are you going to make me take my clothes off?” Mitchell asked, quite belligerently.
“Would you like to?” That brought the boy up short.
After a moment Mitchell said “well one guy at school said that you make
boys get naked when they come here. Are you some kind of pervert?”
Dr. Morgan smiled, again somewhat disarming the boy. “I’m sure some
people would use that term. Tell me, is this a boy who has consulted
with me?”
“I ah, well I. . . I don’t think so. . .”
“Ah, so he may just be repeating rumors. I admit that my methods are a
bit unorthodox. But I’ll ask you again, would you like to take off your
clothes?”
“Why would you think I would?”
“You brought
it up so it seems natural that I might interpret that as you wanting to
get undressed. I could be wrong, of course.” Another disarming smile.
Mitchell was quiet.
“That does lead us toward some other
things I’d like to discuss with you. Anything you say here is just
between us, so even if some things seem embarrassing you needn’t worry
as anything you tell me will go no further than right here.” Mitchell’s
reaction showed that he didn’t understand where this was going.
“Do you masturbate?” the doctor asked. Mitchell blushed deeply. “Is
that a yes?” Dr. Morgan was quiet and non-threatening in his reaction
to the blush.
Mitchell hung his head and whispered “yes.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? You have no need to be embarrassed. All
boys your age masturbate and those who say they don’t are liars.” That
got a smile out of the boy.
Gently and skillfully Dr. Morgan
elicited quite a bit of information about Mitchell’s masturbation
habits. The doctor was good at this and it was an asset for his work
with teen boys. Somehow this intimate discussion was helping Mitchell
relax. Having gotten the boy to open up a bit Dr. Morgan turned the
discussion to friends and school life. He’d let Mitchell take the lead
in discussions of his late puberty. For the time being, that is. He
might have to initiate it himself if the boy wasn’t forthcoming.
Unknown to Mitchell, of course, was that Dr. Morgan had been giving
thought to having the boy naked for their meetings, now that they had
met a couple of times. Mitchell very much was a boy who would benefit
from naked therapy sessions. For the moment it seemed best to wait,
however.
By the end of the session the doctor had not learned
a great deal. Mitchell indicated that he had no particularly close
friends. If anything, he seemed a bit closer to a couple of girls than
to any boys. This was not unusual if only because girls were less
likely to care about his late puberty. They didn’t see each other naked
so there was none of the competitive feeling that boys had about who
had the coveted pubic hair. It also might mean that he was gay and more
comfortable around girls as they aroused to physical attraction.
After Mitchell left Dr. Morgan was finished with his day’s
appointments. He was glad of the time to think about the boy and where
his work with him might go. Over their three meetings Mitchell had
exhibited some childish behaviors. At other moments his behavior was,
if anything, more mature than his age. Dr. Morgan’s assessment was that
the, among other things, Mitchell couldn’t decided if he wanted to be a
little boy or become a mature teen.
After considering options
Dr. Morgan called Mitchell’s parents and requested that they meet with
him at their earliest convenience. “Nothing urgent but I have some
thoughts about how I’d like to work him that I need to discuss with you
before I do anything.” He heard some concern in the mother’s response
but they agreed to visit him the next afternoon.
“What I’m
seeing with Mitchell is that his late onset of puberty has him
conflicted about whether he is a little boy or a maturing teen.” The
parents nodded. They had sensed this. “I would like to do with Mitchell
something I have done with a couple of other boys, something which in
every case has been successful. If you are agreeable I’d like for him
to come stay with me for at least a week, maybe up to two weeks.” He
could see looks of curiosity and concern on the faces of Mitchell’s
parents.
“He will be perfectly safe, I assure you,” Dr. Morgan
continued. “I have testimonials affirming that I do nothing improper in
these cases.” Signs of relief. “However, you must accept that I am free
to proceed as I think best for the boy.”
“May we think it over?” Mitchell’s father asked.
“By all means. I don’t want you to have any discomfort or concerns.”
With that the parents thanked him and took their leave. “You have all
the time you need to decide,” Dr. Morgan told him before they left.
Two days later he received a phone call from Mitchell’s father. “We don’t know what you will do but we trust your judgement.”
“Thank you. I know the principal at Mitchell’s school very well and he
understands and appreciates my work with boys. I’ll arrange for two
weeks off though I expect we won’t need a full two weeks. Have Mitchell
ready to meet me here on Friday and we’ll be off.”
“Yes, and
thank you.” It was set. Dr. Morgan already had been planning how he’d
handle the boy. It was time for the forced nudity which was so
successful with teen boys. He made arrangements with his friend Mr.
Edwards, the salesman at the menswear store that Dr. Morgan used for
himself and for outfitting his boys. He’d take Mitchell in the next
afternoon and get him into a “uniform” appropriate for little boys.
This was a useful approach for many teens.
Mitchell’s parents
delivered him to Dr. Morgan’s office after school on Friday. The
parents were perplexed when Dr. Morgan told them that Mitchell should
pack lightly. Nonetheless, they followed the instructions and the boy
arrived with just a backpack.
It was a pouty boy who was
delivered. Dr. Morgan was not surprised. This had moved quickly and
Mitchell could be resistant to authority. Dr. Morgan was cheery as
good-byes were said and he and Mitchell got into the car.
“Are you kidnapping me?” Mitchell asked at one point.
“I have your parents permission so it hardly is kidnapping, is it?”
“I guess.” For the most part the ride was quiet. When they arrived at the house Mitchell received his first shock.
Once inside and in the foyer, Dr. Morgan said “give me your clothes and I’ll put them away.”
Mitchell’s face dropped and all he could managed was a weak “wha. . .?”
“I know you heard me. I said give me your clothes and I’ll put them away.”
“All. . .?”
“Yes. Now don’t make me have to repeat myself.” The process of Mitchell
undressing was a slow one but eventually he was fully naked, though
only after being sternly told that his boxers had to come off, too.
Instinctively he covered his genitals. “Hands at your sides.”
Reluctantly he obeyed.
“Good. I’ll just take these. Grab your
backpack and follow me up to your room.” Mitchell was feeling mortified
at walking naked through a relative stranger’s house. However, he was
impressed when he saw the guest room. A large comfortable-looking bed
and a door leading to a private bathroom. He continued to look around
the room as Dr. Morgan put his clothes away and took toiletries into
the bathroom. After a moment he became aware of what looked like a Dr.
Denton-style onesie on the bed.
It proved that he was right.
When the doctor emerged he said “let’s get this one you.” He did not
hand it to Mitchell to put on by himself, rather he helped him into it
as if he were a three- or
four-year-old.
“I can. . .” Mitchell began to protest.
“Don’t fuss! I’m sure you don’t want to start your visit with a
spanking.” Mitchell looked shocked at that. He hadn’t been spanked
since he was about ten. He had no intention of being spanked now that
he was sixteen and intended to put up a big fuss if Dr. Morgan thought
he was going to spank him. He’d learn otherwise.
The onesie
set, Dr. Morgan said “let’s go downstairs.” He led the boy down two
flights of stairs to what looked to Mitchell more like a playroom than
a den. There were all sorts of toys on the shelves, including toy cars
and trucks. Dr. Morgan watched the boy closely to see what caught his
eye. As so often happened with boys, it was the model cars and trucks
that received the most attention. It was good for a boy to have things
to play with and for the next few days Mitchell was to be a boy.
This was a good time to let Mitchell explore the room as dinner needed
to be prepared. “I’m going to get dinner ready,” Dr. Morgan said. “You
play down here and I’ll call you when it’s ready. We have a big day
tomorrow, so right after dinner we’ll have your bath and then put you
do bed.”
“What?” This time Mitchell got out the whole word. “Bath?” No hiding that the idea made him angry.
“Now, now, son. I don’t think you want to go to bed on your first night with a sore bottom, do you?”
A pause and then a quiet, “no, sir.”
“Good boy. I’ll call you dinner is ready.” With that the doctor went upstairs.
Left alone Mitchell pondered just what was happening to him. Part of
him was angry that he was being treated like a little boy. Another part
of him felt comforted by it, even wanted it. Even so, he pouted until
he was called for dinner.
The chair that Mitchell was given
was not a highchair but just high enough that his feet did not touch
the floor. After a while he gladly was swinging his feet, enjoying
having them above the floor.
“Did you find some things to play with?” the doctor asked.
“Not really.” Dr. Morgan didn’t push. Dinner was delicious which
distracted Mitchell from any annoyance he was feeling. That was until
dinner was done.
“Help me clear the table,” Dr. Morgan said.
Mitchell helped and the dishes were piled up in the sink to be cleaned
later. “Now, time for your bath, young man. Up you go.” Dr. Morgan gave
Mitchell a light swat on his bottom. Mitchell wanted to resist but
resisted the urge. Dr. Morgan followed him up the stairs.
When
both were in the guest room, Dr. Morgan said “let’s get you out of
those pajamas” and proceeded to begin undoing the onesie.
“I can do it myself,” Mitchell said petulantly.
“Perhaps you can but you won’t,” the doctor replied as he continued
getting the boy naked. Once the onesie was off, Dr. Morgan put a hand
to the boy’s back and directed him into the bathroom. The man started
to fill the tub. He purposely had stripped the boy before they entered
the bathroom rather than while the tub was filling. As expected,
Mitchell was uncomfortable and embarrassed about the forced nudity.
Dr. Morgan poured a bit of bubble bath into the tub. “I know boys like
bubble baths,” he said as he did. Mitchell made a pouty face but said
nothing. After another couple of minutes Dr. Morgan said “the water is
ready. Let’s get you in.” He helped the boy into the tub. When Mitchell
was seated Dr. Morgan began washing him.
“I can do it!” Mitchell said loudly.
“Do you want that spanking? It hurts more on a wet bottom.”
“No, sir,” was the quiet reply. Unhappily the boy accepted having his
upper body and face washed, then his hair shampooed. After his hair was
rinsed he was told to stand.
“I need to wash the rest of you.”
By now an erection was the result of the doctor’s hands on Mitchell’s
body. He blushed with embarrassment but the doctor made no comment,
even when he washed the boy’s genitals.
“Good boy,” the doctor
said when he was done. He helped Mitchell out of the tub and dried him
off, then used the hair dryer on his head. “Brush your teeth then we’ll
get you into bed and I’ll read you a bedtime story.”
“I. . .
OK,” was the unenthusiastic reply. Dr. Morgan went into the bedroom to
wait. After a minute or two Mitchell emerged, still naked. He looked
around for the onesie or other pajamas but saw nothing.
Dr. Morgan had turned down the sheets. “In you go.”
“Naked?”
“Yes. You won’t be needing clothes until we leave in the morning.”
“Leave?”
“Yes. We have some shopping to do.” There was no more explanation.
Mitchell got into bed. Dr. Morgan took the chair by the bed and read
some Winnie the Pooh to the boy. Mitchell had a sour face through all
of this but again did not complain.
Story done, Dr. Morgan
said “good night. I’ll get you in the morning.” He gave Mitchell a
quick hug, then left, turning off the light and shutting the door
behind him. Mitchell fell asleep surprisingly quickly.
In the
morning Mitchell was awakened by Dr. Morgan. “Good morning little boy.
Breakfast is ready. Use the bathroom and come down.” Mitchell didn’t
need long in the bathroom. He was very aware that there was nothing for
him to wear when he got back to the room. He was hungry enough that he
decided not to hide until time to go to wherever they were going.
By the time he got to the breakfast nook his morning wood had receded.
Breakfast was good though it did feature cereal for small children.
Regardless, Mitchell enjoyed it.
Breakfast done, Dr. Morgan
said “I’ve put clothes out for you upstairs. Get dressed and we’ll get
going.” Mitchell went back to the bedroom to find an outfit laid out on
the bed. He hadn’t been aware of Dr. Morgan going upstairs. The outfit
was what a teen would wear – jeans, t-shirt, socks and sneakers. How
the man knew his size was a mystery but the clothes fit perfectly.
Dressed he went back downstairs where Dr. Morgan was waiting for him.
“You look good, son.” He lead the boy to the car and they set out for
their errand which still was a mystery to the boy. He’d find out.